And so we begin.
For the better part of my life (close to three decades) I've had the pleasure of relieving myself of an over-rated sense. Over-burdened with an abundance of music and musicians for friends (not withstanding my own whimsical adventures as a guitarist, lyricist, songwriter and all around douche), I've been blessed with many an opportunity to partake in the pleasure of listening to whatever crap the near endless supply of jackasses in my life have forced (define oral rape, please) upon my ears, as well as the numerous "5K" rated myspace fuck-os of the week (if you get the whole "5K" thing, we should probably be friends for a day or so).
My wife says I should share my pain with the world. That's where you come in. In the coming weeks I'll be spending my spare time in a deep monologue about the current state of "independent" music (think whatever you want about the quotations). I will offer insight on albums new, old or suggested (that's right, I'm taking requests) and comments on culture in general (society...what a lark!) that will probably offend most of you. We'll get to know each other through our respective deepest darkest secret of all: our opinions.
'Til next time in the words of the greatest hero the world has ever known,
"Yeah, I'm so bad, I kick my own ass twice a day... shit, you ain't sayin' nothin'!
-Dolemite
